captaingabbeh wrote:I had to scrape my car this morning. Not a big thing in the grand scheme of things. But still. Can I be in Florida already?

No kidding I've had to do that twice this week. And I live in a desert. Annoying

And here I am bitching that it was in the 50s this morning here in FL.

It's gotten below freezing here in Southern Arizona. It's been quite refreshing. I love breathing in the crisp, cool air in the morning. The mountains look a lot better when they have snow on them too.

Went to feed my tarantulas last night and found my p. metallica died (I'm guessing our recent move was too much for him). He was my most expensive spider ($90), but I'm mostly just upset I'll never get to see him grow up into his beautiful blue colors...

I loved spending my last night before the cruise working to get extra charges off my credit card because the person at the hotel front desk didn't know what the fuck she was doing. At least it got all squared away. See you fucks tomorrow.

Lead's out of town, and I'm taking over... client asks for drawings for a certain area... look up the job number... we don't even have a folder for it on the server. Lead doesn't have drawings anywhere in his office. So now I get to spend the morning frantically searching for drawings that probably don't exist?

My work computer crapped out. Got a new one, but right I'm down to one monitor, fighting with Office 2016 (2013 is so much nicer), and required to do without adobe because I need admin privileges and IT never comes around. I hate Edge already and it hasn't been twenty minutes.

Dad just got diagnosed today with late stage pancreatic cancer. Docs have given him 6-8 months to live. Probably towards the lower end, as he's got a whole host of other issues to begin with.

So in addition to the "Yakov Smirnoff opening for the Spin Doctors at the Iowa State Fair" (thank you, Deadpool) shitstorm that's incoming as the cancer kills him, it also means there's no way I can book for the 2018 cruise knowing what's potentially on the horizon.

Fuck you cancer. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

EDIT: Y'know, I changed my mind today. I'm going to book 2018 anyways, then see what happens. I can always sell the ticket if the worst comes to pass.

Dad just got diagnosed today with late stage pancreatic cancer. Docs have given him 6-8 months to live. Probably towards the lower end, as he's got a whole host of other issues to begin with.

So in addition to the "Yakov Smirnoff opening for the Spin Doctors at the Iowa State Fair" (thank you, Deadpool) shitstorm that's incoming as the cancer kills him, it also means there's no way I can book for the 2018 cruise knowing what's potentially on the horizon.

Fuck you cancer. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

EDIT: Y'know, I changed my mind today. I'm going to book 2018 anyways, then see what happens. I can always sell the ticket if the worst comes to pass.

1. Call the CRA (Canada's version of the IRS) to get code for online business tax returns. 2. Wait on hold for 15 minutes. Give the CRA agent my SIN and shit so that I can verify that I am setting up the account for the business number associated with my SIN and file this looming return (for a period in which I made zero money, natch).3. Get security code, log in. Agent hangs up of course. 4. Attempt to enter business number that was issued to me when I set up the business. 5. Get error message saying that I am not listed as a contact for the business. WHAT THE FUCK. I SET UP ALL OF THE ACCOUNTS. I LISTED ON THE REGISTRATION THAT I AM THE FUCKING PRESIDENT OF THE FUCKING BUSINESS (because I am in fact the fucking president of this business) WHAT THE FUCK. 6. Attempt to call back. Line busy for 10 minutes straight.

I came in to bitch about stuff, but my stuff is no big deal. Sorry to hear about your dad Gratch. I hope you are able to find peace.

Since I'm here already, last week I had to break up with two people. I hurt them both pretty bad, and hurting people makes you feel really shitty. I also worked about 30 hours on top of regular work on an apartment I manage that went vacant, and it was 95-100 degrees most of the week. Changing outlets & switches & repairing flooring while dripping sweat is not the most fun.

Dad passed today, 6 weeks after getting his cancer diagnosis. One of the last things we talked about (before losing his ability to speak) was that he thought the "Listen to Death Metal" sticker I recently put on my car was 'pretty cool'.

The only silver lining to this is that I will get to got on the 2018 cruise. Other than that...this fucking sucks.

Gratch wrote:Dad passed today, 6 weeks after getting his cancer diagnosis. One of the last things we talked about (before losing his ability to speak) was that he thought the "Listen to Death Metal" sticker I recently put on my car was 'pretty cool'.

The only silver lining to this is that I will get to got on the 2018 cruise. Other than that...this fucking sucks.

Gratch wrote:Dad passed today, 6 weeks after getting his cancer diagnosis. One of the last things we talked about (before losing his ability to speak) was that he thought the "Listen to Death Metal" sticker I recently put on my car was 'pretty cool'.

The only silver lining to this is that I will get to got on the 2018 cruise. Other than that...this fucking sucks.

Due to the storm that hit Ireland pretty hard on Monday while I was away, I had to stay two more days in Brussels. I was lucky enough to have friends that were able to lend me a room at the last minute, but spent more money than expected and lost 2 days of vacation. I'm currently waiting for my plane back to Dublin.

The guy I'm visiting in Tampa pre-cruise just got pulled onto a last-minute project at his work. Luckily I can still drop in on him, but I might not be able to see him as long, or drag him down to Miami :( :( :(